To Be or Not to Bop With Dizzy Gillespie

Dizzy GillespieOn this day in 1917, the great jazz trumpet player Dizzy Gillespie was born. Actually, that kind of under-sells him. He was a whole lot more than that. He was probably the most important person in the development of bebop. And if you think of jazz, you probably think of bebop unless you are just really boring. The great thing about bebop is that it killed swing. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with swing, but it was played out and yes, it was boring.

Bebop was distinct from swing in two primary ways. The first is obvious, even to modern (but careless) ears: it is highly syncopated. I especially like this. I’ve always had a great fascination with what I call “jagged” melodies. This has not endeared my music to others, but I love it. The second distinction is something that I’ve never been very creative about but which I admire as a listener: harmonic complexity. Swing stayed pretty much to standard chords like a 9th: C-E-G-Bb-D. But bebop composers and improvisers — led by Gillespie and Charlie Parker — played with this in a big way. They especially liked to flatten the 5th and 9th. And augment them. So you end up with things that sound quite dissonant and start to lose all standard harmonic structure. For example: C-E-Gb-Bb-Db, which is really just a Gb7 chord with a flatted 5th thrown in on the bass. The theory confuses me, but it sounds great.

Here is “Woody ‘n’ You,” which Gillespie wrote while working with Coleman Hawkins. It is the very dawn of bebop. It still sounds very swing-y. But it is more syncopated and it is introducing more harmonic complexity. But it isn’t making a full break with the past, and indeed, it is an homage to swing band leader Woody Herman.

But let’s jump ahead. Gillespie was also very important in the development of Afro-Cuban jazz. A great, early example of this is “Manteca” — originally recording in 1947, I don’t think any version was released until Afro in 1954. Anyway, here is a great live version from 1970. You also get to see some of his playing:

I’ve had a hard time finding video of Gillespie really letting fly as a performer. There are videos, but they are generally in hour long sets. So you will just have to make due with this performance of “One Note Samba” from a performance in Paris in 1965. It is just amazingly wonderful. But it doesn’t especially highlight Gillespie. Still, listen:

Happy birthday Dizzy Gillespie!

Education Reform and John Dewey

John DeweyI feel I let my readers down this last weekend with the minor publishing schedule. But I do have an excuse. It isn’t just that I was reading my friend Kristen’s novel. It was also that it is about a once promising artist whose life is crumbling to bits — very much by her own doing. And that reminds me very much of myself as I sit here writing this with my bank account recently liquidated by the State of California. But I am determined to be on my regular schedule today. Or at least, I am determined to get five articles out today — I’m not sure exactly when they will come. Onward!

Today is a great day for birthdays. In particular, there are two 17th century painters who I absolutely love: Aelbert Cuyp and Nicolas de Largilliere. There are also two actors I love: Bela Lugosi and Margaret Dumont. There are also French film director Jean-Pierre Melville and stride pianist Jelly Roll Morton. But I just couldn’t go with them. Not with my ever increasing interest in the American educational system and all the education “reform” fakers.

On this day in 1859, the great John Dewey was born. He was an education reformer — a real one, not just one who wanted to diminish teachers and create good little workers for the factories of the rich. In fact, he believed in liberal education. This is something that has largely been abandoned in the modern debate about education. Now it is all about how we can create more STEM graduates, as if all we need is better technology and the rest of our culture can just rot.

I’m reminded of a quote by Jonathan Kozol:

The best reason to give a child a good school… is so that child will have a happy childhood, and not so that it will help IBM in competing with Sony… There is something ethically embarrassing about resting a national agenda on the basis of sheer greed.

Dewey would very much agree with that sentiment.

One thing that Dewey did not do is invent the Dewey Decimal system. That was done by Melvil Dewey, who lived at the same time and place as John Dewey. But Melvil was a librarian. They are not related in any direct way, so far as I know. I admire both men.

Here is a short video discussion about John Dewey and his work. It also discusses his beliefs about diversity in education:

Happy birthday John Dewey!

Lumière Brothers

Lumière BrothersForgive me the slowdown in posting. I am reading the first draft of a friend’s novel. And there is relatively little traffic here on weekends anyway. And I badly need a break from doing this anyway. I’m not terribly clear what I do it for. Sometimes it seems like housekeeping — just because. Except, of course, that I don’t actually do housekeeping, and I actually do publish about 4,000 words per day here. But not yesterday and probably not today.

On this day in 1862, Auguste Lumière was born. But we celebrate it with his brother Louis Lumière, who was born exactly two weeks later, but in 1864. They are collectively known as the Lumière brothers — cinema inventors and pioneers. You know how motion pictures work, right? An image is displayed on the screen for a fraction of a second; the screen goes dark while the next image is put into place; the next image is displayed on the screen for a fraction of a second. Done over and over, this appears to create action. Well, the Lumière brothers invented the perforations on the side of film that allow it to be moved quickly and accurately through the projector.

In addition to this, the two made almost 200 films together. They are notable in this regard because their films show great care in terms of the framing of shots. Unlike Edison, they were actually interested in photography. So even though their films are all very short (generally less than a minute), they look good. Consider, for example, their most famous film, Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat:

Yes, not a lot of drama. But it was made in 1895. The first film was not shown publicly in the United States until 1896. In France, of course, they were already displaying their films publicly. It actually shows the artistic potential of motion pictures and makes the work done by Edison at that time look pathetic. Here is another Lumière film from the same year, The Sprinkler Sprinkled. It is arguably the first comedy ever shot:

Happy birthday Auguste and Louis Lumière!

Poet George Mackay Brown

George Mackay BrownOn this day in 1921, the Scottish writer George Mackay Brown was born. He is known mostly for his poetry and since that is all that I’ve ever read, I will stick to that.

He was actually from the Orkney Islands — an archipelago just north of Scotland. And he spent pretty much his entire life there. He was born into a very poor family and was himself greatly limited because he suffered from tuberculosis from a young age. But at least he could write. In fact, in his early 20s, he began to do some writing for the local paper.

His hometown was Stromness, which even today has only a population of about two thousand people. Since before Brown was born, it had be “dry” — not allowing any alcohol. But in 1947, the town lifted the ban. So at the age of 25, Brown had his first taste of alcohol. He liked it. He later wrote, “[T]hey flushed my veins with happiness; they washed away all cares and shyness and worries. I remember thinking to myself ‘If I could have two pints of beer every afternoon, life would be a great happiness.'” Apparently, many people thought he drank too much for the rest of his life, but I don’t especially see evidence of that.

His first book of poetry, The Storm, was published in 1954. It sold quite well. But it wasn’t until the mid-1960s that he was able to support himself. Until then, his mother had supported him. I find his work charming and direct. But not easy. Here is “Taxman” from The Collected Poems of George Mackay Brown. I don’t fully understand it. But I like the slice-of-life quality to it: the harvest done, the celebration starts, the taxman comes?

Seven scythes leaned at the wall.
Beard upon golden beard
The last barley load
Swayed through the yard.
The girls uncorked the ale.
Fiddle and feet moved together.
Then between stubble and heather
A horseman rode.

And here is a wonderful spiritual poem, “Beachcomber.” I won’t try to interpret it even though it begs for a thorough discussion. Just enjoy:

Monday I found a boot —
Rust and salt leather.
I gave it back to the sea, to dance in.

Tuesday a spar of timber worth thirty bob.
Next winter
It will be a chair, a coffin, a bed.

Wednesday a half can of Swedish spirits.
I tilted my head.
The shore was cold with mermaids and angels.

Thursday I got nothing, seaweed,
A whale bone,
Wet feet and a loud cough.

Friday I held a seaman’s skull,
Sand spilling from it
The way time is told on kirkyard stones.

Saturday a barrel of sodden oranges.
A Spanish ship
Was wrecked last month at The Kame.

Sunday, for fear of the elders,
I sit on my bum.
What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.

Happy birthday George Mackay Brown!

Get Happy With Eugene O’Neill!

Eugene O'NeillOn this day in 1888, the great American playwright Eugene O’Neill was born. When I was young, I loved his work. I liked his dark realism and thought it was much better than Tennessee Williams, whose romanticism I didn’t understand, and therefore didn’t like. But in my 20s and 30s, I turned against O’Neill. His work just seemed so unrelentingly pessimistic. I suspect this reaction came from my efforts to suppress my own unrelenting pessimism. Now his plays just seem very realistic to me.

O’Neill’s supposed masterpiece is Long Day’s Journey Into Night. It is about the effect of a mother’s morphine addiction on the other members of the family. The play is largely autobiographical. O’Neill’s mother was addicted to morphine for roughly two decades. And she gets the best line in the play, which in many ways sums up O’Neill’s entire oeuvre, “Something I need terribly. I remember when I had it I was never lonely nor afraid. I can’t have lost it forever, I would die if I thought that. Because then there would be no hope.” Although I think it is a great play, I am not especially fond of it, and it is not what I most admire of his work.

My favorite is the four hour treatise on despair and hopelessness, The Iceman Cometh. It doesn’t tell any particular story — it just shows the lives of a group of people who drink their lives away at a Greenwich Village boarding house and bar. Everyone is excited because the semi-regular visit from Hickey — a very charismatic traveling salesman. (To give you some idea of the character’s charisma: James Earl Jones played the part on Broadway in 1973.) Much happens during the play, but ultimately, nothing happens. The characters go back to their old lives of drink and fantasies about what they will do “tomorrow.” Reread the line above from Long Day’s Journey Into Night again. There it referred to morphine, but in The Iceman Cometh, it refers to, well, everything and anything.

I don’t think that O’Neill was a very nice man. He had three wives, all of which he abandoned. Out of these marriages came three children. Both of the boys committed suicide in adulthood. (Interestingly, one of them did it the same way Don Parritt does in The Iceman Cometh.) And his daughter married the 54 year old Charlie Chaplin when she was 18. She appears to have been the most stable member of the family. But it is hard to read any of O’Neill’s work and come to any conclusion but that he was a miserable bastard. The work is still great.

Happy birthday Eugene O’Neill!

John Kenneth Galbraith

John Kenneth GalbraithOn this day in 1908, the great economist John Kenneth Galbraith was born. He was an important thinker in institutional economics — a field that seems largely to have been abandoned at least among “educated opinion.” Rather than look at economies as a bunch of markets, it looks at markets as the result of interacting institutions such as business, government, individuals, and so on. Galbraith rejected the neoclassical approach to economics that economies could be modeled based upon assuming such things as completely rational individuals.

Galbraith is better know, of course, as a popularizer of economics. He was the Paul Krugman of his day. Unfortunately, in his day, there was also the anti-Galbraith: Milton Friedman. Friedman contended that Galbraith was paternal. Of course, Friedman’s idea of liberty was that the government make no decisions regarding people’s lives. He completely ignored the effects of private forces on people’s lives. To me, this is all very simple. In your day to day life, what is it that most gets in your way: the government or businesses? For me and everyone I know, it isn’t even close. I have almost no direct interactions with the government. But any day now, the AT&T bill will arrive and I will have to waste yet another couple of hours fighting over the stuff I thought we agreed to last month. For most people, it is their employer that is most invasive. Regardless, people who claim the government is what is most interfering with their liberty are either independently wealthy or lying.

But if you want to get an idea of just how important and farsighted Galbraith was, check out the following section from Wikipedia on what he wrote about the American economy. Notice how much we’ve reverted:

In American Capitalism: The Concept of Countervailing Power, published in 1952, Galbraith concluded that the American economy was managed by a triumvirate of big business, big labor, and an activist government. Galbraith defined the actions of the industry lobby groups and unions as countervailing power. He contrasted this arrangement with the period prior to the previous Depression, when big business had relatively free rein over the economy. [Which is what we have today. -FM]

His 1954 bestseller The Great Crash, 1929 describes the famous Wall Street meltdown of stock prices and how markets progressively become decoupled from reality in a speculative boom. [Sound familiar? -FM] The book is also a platform for Galbraith’s humor and keen insights into human behavior when wealth is threatened. It has never been out of print.

In his most famous work, The Affluent Society (1958), which also became a bestseller, Galbraith outlined his view that to become successful, post-World War II America should make large investments in items such as highways and education, using funds from general taxation. [Which we did to great success; we could never do it today. -FM]

Galbraith also critiqued the assumption that continually increasing material production is a sign of economic and societal health. Because of this Galbraith is sometimes considered one of the first post-materialists. In this book, he coined and popularized the phrase “conventional wisdom.” Galbraith worked on the book while in Switzerland and had originally titled it “Why the Poor Are Poor,” but changed it to “The Affluent Society” at his wife’s suggestion. The Affluent Society contributed (likely to a significant degree, given that Galbraith had the ear of President Kennedy) to the “war on poverty,” the government spending policy introduced by the administrations of Kennedy and Johnson.

It’s not that a lot of people haven’t learned what Galbraith had to teach. It is just that our political elites have no interest in hearing it. On this point, Galbraith was clear too. He noted early on that when people got too rich, they stopped voting for the common good. Of course, at that time, they didn’t have Fox News and other propaganda machines to convince a bunch of poor people to follow them.

Happy birthday John Kenneth Galbraith!

A Conservative With Conscience, John Dean

John Dean SpeaksJohn Dean is 76 today. He was White House Counsel under President Nixon and the star witness against the administration at the Watergate hearings. I am a big believer in loyalty, so you might think that I’d be against what Dean did. But I’m not. Dean was just smart. He understood that he was the odd man out and that Nixon’s inner circle — very much including Nixon himself — was trying to make Dean the fall guy. I don’t doubt that he would have stayed loyal had he not been pushed in that direction. But it is also possible that he was the George Stephanopoulos of the Nixon administration — idealistic and shocked by what he found. Certainly, that is the way that Dean portrays it now.

Dean is an interesting character. I link him very much with Barry Goldwater, and it turns out the two of them were close friends. But here’s the thing. Goldwater was as crazy a right-winger as anyone in the 1960s. The John Birch Society loved Goldwater and he loved it back as much as was politically viable. But in the 1980s, Goldwater became one of the most insightful critics of the right in this country. He seemed to be forever criticizing Reagan. And these criticisms were not that Reagan was making nice with the Soviet Union and other things the far right hated. Goldwater went after the authoritarian aspects of the Reagan administration. What happened? Because Goldwater of 1964 was, if anything, worse.

Now, this isn’t the case with Dean. I don’t really know what his politics were early on. But he was and is a great admirer of Goldwater. But now he is an even better critic of the right than Goldwater ever was. His book, Conservatives without Conscience, is very good. It discusses authoritarian personalities and how the conservative movement has been taken over by authoritarians. He’s right. And maybe that wasn’t so much true in the period between Goldwater’s defeat and Watergate. But it was probably even more true in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

So I don’t really understand John Dean. I’m always interested in listening to what he has to say, however. But he seems pretty confused about the past. And I think if he looked seriously at his own conservatism (I suspect he is pretty much a libertarian), he would see that it too is based on authoritarianism. As Corey Robin wrote in The Reactionary Mind, all that conservatism has ever been is the reaction to liberation movements. It has always been about suppressing the rights of the weak. On the other hand, I can’t imagine Dean voted for Bush the Younger. So maybe he’s a Democrat now. (Not that it would mean he wasn’t conservative!) It is hard to say because he really doesn’t talk about things that touch on policy — just what idiotic stuff the Republicans are doing now. And that’s always fun!

Happy birthday John Dean!

Mariotto Albertinelli

Visitation - Mariotto AlbertinelliOn this day in 1474, the great High Renaissance painter Mariotto Albertinelli was born. He was a colleague of Fra Bartolomeo, who I also quite admire. There was a time that I didn’t much care for these early perspective painters. But I don’t really know what I was thinking. It was a wonderful time for art. I think in the past I’ve gotten bogged down in seeing different periods of art relative to other periods. This caused me to focus on what one period didn’t have that another did.

Although he worked closely with Bartolomeo, Albertinelli reminds me more of Leonardo da Vinci. Consider this untitled painting, and see if you don’t agree. But over time, I’ve come to see Leonardo as the Orson Welles of his day: brilliant but never finishing a work that completely satisfies, or at least lives up to the transcendence of parts of his work. At his best, Albertinelli is preferable. I don’t think that Leonardo ever created a work that is as stunning as The Virgin and Child with the Infant Baptist:

The Virgin and Child with the Infant Baptist - Mariotto Albertinelli

Albertinelli was known for his lively personal life — in stark contrast to his religious painting. Being more interested in living than creating, he found much of the details of painting taxing. In addition, he did not like the criticism that his work got from fellow painters. So at one point, despite his success as a painter, he gave it up and opened a tavern. But he only stuck with this for a short time before going back to painting. I find this charming; I love restless people.

Albertinelli died at the age of 41. The only explanation I can find is that he worked himself to death. He was working away from home, and it seems more likely that he simply got sick. He did manage to have himself delivered back to Florence, just in time to die.

Happy birthday Mariotto Albertinelli!

Jane Siberry

Jane SiberryThe great singer-songwriter Jane Siberry is 59 years old today. She is an amazing talent, but I have to admit that she has largely grown beyond me. At this point, I mostly listen to her first two albums. I admire her more recent work, but it is much more challenging. Most of the time, if I’m listening to popular music, I’m not really in the mood for being challenged.

I’ve seen her live a number of times. She is one of the very few musicians who I actually enjoyed live. In general, I don’t like live shows. But her shows in the early 1980s with her whole band were something really special. What’s more, they were actual shows and not just a bunch of her songs performed one after the other. She also made notable changes to songs done live so that it was actually worth going to the show and not just staying home with the album.

She never did become much of a star in the United States, but in Canada, she’s huge. I remember being at a conference my first year in graduate school and I shared a room with a Canadian scientist. I told him I was a fan of Siberry and Bruce Cockburn. He was shocked that I knew Cockburn and took it for granted that everyone knew Siberry, even though in the US, their reputations were exactly the opposite.

(Siberry used to have all of her albums online for free download. She seems to have stopped doing this. Let me state for the record that it was very nice of her to do that and it is her right to stop doing it at any point. But those links should not be broken! They should go to a page that explains what happened. It continues to bug me that the web is a publishing platform but people feel they have no obligation to maintain even the most basic standards of professionalism. Once a site is designed, that’s it. It’s like owning a house and thinking it never requires paint or other maintenance. Of course, I’m talking about professional websites — Siberry is selling her albums and shows and art on her website. I am not talking about, for example, me.)

I can’t find any of Jane Siberry’s first album online. So let’s just skip to her second album, No Borders Here. I wasn’t all that fond of the song “Mimi on the Beach” when I was younger. I thought it rather preachy. It’s grown a lot on me over the years. It’s basically a revenge fantasy. The title character is a selfish and superficial girl — the alpha in her group of beautiful jocks. She takes pleasure in abusing and using those in the out group. So the singer tracks down Mimi to gloat about her inevitable downfall. The song is almost eight minutes long. It was cut down to a three minute single that makes no sense whatsoever. So here’s the album track:

Here is the last (best) track off her third album The Speckless Sky, “The Taxi Ride.” I think it is self-explanatory:

And finally, from her album Dragon Dreams (when she was calling herself Issa for some reason), is “I Pick Up the Phone”:

Happy birthday Jane Siberry!

Militant Suffragette Emily Davison

Emily DavisonOn this day in 1872, the women’s right activist Emily Davison was born. Over the last year and a half, I’ve highlighted a lot of important figures in the women’s suffrage movement. But Divison is one of my very favorites because she was militant. In fact, she was killed at the age of 40 in a political act, although given the circumstances, no one is exactly sure what it was her intention to do.

After high school, she received a scholarship to Royal Holloway College. But in her second year, she was forced to drop out because of financial problems with her family following her father’s death. She then became a governess and eventually a teacher, through which she was able to say money to eventually earn a degree from St Hugh’s College, Oxford.

In 1906, she joined the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU) — a militant feminist group started by probably the most important suffragette of the twentieth century, Emmeline Pankhurst. Two years later, she quit her teaching position to dedicate herself to political activities. Today, she would be called a terrorist. She went well outside the bounds of the WSPU. She was responsible for violence and arson. This resulted in her jailing on nine different occasions where she staged numerous hunger strikes.

But she also came up with extremely clever forms of protest. For example, on the night of 1911 census, she hid in a cupboard at the Palace of Westminster. This allowed her to claim on the census form that her residence was the House of Commons. According to Wikipedia, “The 1911 census documents that were uncovered state that Emily Wilding Davison was found ‘hiding in the crypt’ in the Houses of Parliament. In 1999 a plaque to commemorate the event was set in place by Tony Benn MP.”

Given her death is unclear, let’s just say that she was trampled by a horse. But she became a martyr to the cause of women’s rights. As a direct result of her death, there was a great increase in male support for suffrage. Women over the age of 30 got the right to vote five years later. And ten years after that, women over the age of 21 were finally allowed to vote.

Happy birthday Emily Davison!

Sad and Brilliant Life of Simeon Solomon

Simeon SolomonOn this day in 1840, the great British artist Simeon Solomon was born. His father was a prominent manufacturer in London and his mother was an artist. This probably explains why his older brother Abraham and older sister Rebecca were also painters — both exceptionally gifted.

Simeon Solomon was the most interesting of the children. His work is highly symbolic, which is remarkable given that it came out of Victorian England. Looking at his work, it is easy to mistake it for work done well into the twentieth century. I think of him as kind of a combination of Gustav Klimt and Edvard Munch and especially Fernand Khnopff. But there’s more. It is hard not to see Salvador Dalí in his 1884 chalk on paper, Head of Medusa:

Head of Medusa

But Solomon is better known for work like his 1870 The Sleepers, and the One That Watcheth. I don’t know quite what to make of it, which is generally what I feel about his work and why I think it is so wonderful:

The Sleepers, and the One That Watcheth

One thing that comes across rather clearly in this painting is Solomon’s homosexuality. For this “crime” he was twice jailed. And he seems to have spent the last twenty years of his life in a workhouse. He continued to work, however. In fact, he produced great work, but much more pencil and pastel — much less watercolor, which seems to have been his preferred medium. Still, it is a sad way to treat a man who gave so much to the world.

Happy birthday Simeon Solomon!

Sigourney Weaver’s Retirement

Sigourney WeaverSigourney Weaver is 65 today. It’s good that she’s been in so many fun movies, because she will be forced into retirement now. It’s kind of sad, because she clearly had a few good years left. But hey, the Screen Actors’ Guild has its rules and there is nothing that can be done. At least I think that’s how it works. People point to William Hickey and say, “He worked way past the age of 65!” But this isn’t true. First, Hickey was only 69 when he died (true) and the last movies he was in were actually just puppets that looked like him (not true, but the world would be so much more cool if it were).

One thing I’ve noticed before is that old actors who we think are really great like Alec Guinness and Laurence Olivier were really good looking when they were young. Yes, they were great actors. But that’s not why they were famous. They were famous because they were pretty. The same thing goes with Sigourney Weaver: she was and still is very attractive. I’m not even that sexual a person, but what I remember about the end of of Alien is not all the action and the creature getting jettisoned out into space. I remember the barely existent panties that Ripley wore.

There are lots of Sigourney Weaver films that I really like. I’m especially fond Alien: Resurrection, and really all the Alien films, but with the usual caveats about the third one. But here’s one of my other favorites, Galaxy Quest:

Happy birthday Sigourney Weaver!